electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Very few do," Danta says with a crooked smile and a roll of his shoulders. "That much hasn't changed. Closed-minded, if you ask me." It's not as though Danta won't sate his hunger on the best thing given the chance, it's just that it's sort of frowned upon when you're meant to lead a region. Apparently.
Asta remains focused on the path ahead, but Danta is still the one directing them, it feels, because he's looping back the way he came until they reach one of the bone bridges that will take them back towards the Glade and its leafy canopies. "Sorry to hear it." The tone is necessarily careless, but the words are nonetheless sincere. As for Zac and Rayla, now it's Danta's turn to wrinkle his nose a little and shrink in on himself.
"Never knew them much," he admits. "Didn't have the status to fit in with that sort of crowd." As Astaroth would very well know.
Asta remains focused on the path ahead, but Danta is still the one directing them, it feels, because he's looping back the way he came until they reach one of the bone bridges that will take them back towards the Glade and its leafy canopies. "Sorry to hear it." The tone is necessarily careless, but the words are nonetheless sincere. As for Zac and Rayla, now it's Danta's turn to wrinkle his nose a little and shrink in on himself.
"Never knew them much," he admits. "Didn't have the status to fit in with that sort of crowd." As Astaroth would very well know.
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
